Clean up in aisle 6, the call from on high…
Cries out someone, somewhere quickly comply.
We pay no mind to the voice overhead
Stuffing our baskets with milk, eggs and bread,
Scarcely aware that anything’s awry.
A widow cast off into the cold night sky
Mugged by junkies; anything to get high
Bludgeoned for pennies and left for dead.
Clean up in aisle 6
In our cities and towns, bullets whiz by
Killing our children; we blindly pass by
We wring our hands for those who’ve died and bled
So long as our shelves are full and stomachs fed
But when will we care to answer the cry,
Clean up in aisle 6